The Treasure-Hunting Fetus in My Womb

The very day I found out I was pregnant, I bought the abortion pills.
I was just about to swallow them when I heard a voice from deep within my womb.
[Mom! Dont do it! I can make us rich!]
[My dads a mega-billionaire, and hes a total sucker for chasing women.]
[He always goes for these stubborn, artsy girls who remind him of his 'one that got away.' He showers them with gifts, but they always toss them in the trash out of spite. I know where those trash cans are!]
I figured I was just losing my mind and moved to pop the pill in my mouth.
[Hundreds of grams of gold! The latest iPhone! Jewelry worth millions! And]
I gagged, spitting the pill that was halfway down my throat right into the trash can at my feet.
"Where?! Tell me now!"
1.
"Wait a second," I said, a thought suddenly striking me. "If your dad is a mega-billionaire, why don't I just go tell him I'm pregnant with his child? Wouldn't that be easier?"
My sons voice laughed at my naivete. [Hes a mega-billionaire, Mom. You think he's short on women throwing themselves at him?]
[Stop watching those cheesy dramas where the CEO falls for the ordinary girl!]
[If you show up now, pregnant, how do you prove its his? He could get rid of me with a snap of his fingers! Theyd probably brand you a gold-digger, make you disappear quietly. We just need to skim a little off the top and we'll be set for life. You gotta learn to be content, Mom. The world of the super-rich isn't as easy as you think.]
I nodded vigorously. Maybe my son had lived this life before. This was a new game, and he was giving me the cheat codes. Even if I did manage to get into that world, whats the point of having money if youre not alive to spend it? Better to just be alive.
"Okay, I'm with you," I said, rubbing my hands together excitedly, ready to dumpster-dive my way to financial freedom and the life of my dreams.
To prove he was for real, my son gave me an address.
I pedaled a shared bike for what felt like an eternity, finally rolling up to a trash can outside a mansion on Billionaires Row. I lifted the lid, and my eyes lit up.
"Wow, even the trash of the rich smells like money," I muttered.
It wasn't filled with rotting garbage, but mostly pristine gift boxes. I pulled a burlap sack from my coat and started stuffing it. Clang, clunk. I filled two whole sacks, tied them to the bike, and wobbled my way out of the exclusive neighborhood before I could finally hail a cab to drag my haul home.
Back home, I couldn't wait to start unboxing. An Herms tie, a Parisian suit, a Chanel watch, Dior After sorting through everything, I realized it was all men's stuff.
"Uh son," I hesitated. "Is your dad's 'one that got away' a guy?"
He let out a hearty laugh. [Don't worry, Mom, she's definitely a girl.]
[These are gifts from other businessmen trying to get on my dad's good side. He just tosses them.]
[He's a mega-billionaire. Stuff you can buy with money is boring to him. A lot of other women try to win him over too, sending him gifts. Every so often, he clears them all out and dumps them by the gate.]
[Which means every so often, you get to go on a treasure hunt.]
Hearing this, I couldn't stop grinning. "Son, you're my little lucky star."
I got everything organized, opened up an online marketplace app, and listed it all at 50% off. Brand new! The prices were a steal, and within twenty minutes, everything was sold.
My bank account, which had a pathetic balance of thirty dollars, suddenly jumped to over a million.
"Damn," I whistled. "This luxury stuff is no joke. People are fighting over it even secondhand. The quality is amazing, though."
My son's voice was smug in my belly. [Of course. Were talking about my dad. The cheapest gift anyone would dare to send him is worth at least a hundred grand. Sending something cheap would be a huge embarrassment. For these people, saving face is everything.]
2.
I packaged everything for shipping. Just in case, I took my son's advice and used a fake return address. I recorded the whole process to prove everything was authentic, telling the buyers they could have it all verified upon arrival.
Once that was done, I walked into a real store and bought the two-thousand-dollar laptop I'd been dreaming of for years. The moment the transaction went through, a wave of validation washed over me like never before. New money, baby!
I got home, clutched the laptop to my chest, and just sobbed.
"Oh, son, you have no idea how hard it's been all these years, boo-hoo-hoo Why couldn't you have shown up sooner"
I wailed for a good half hour until my sons voice cut through my tears.
[Keep crying and the trash-picking business is closed.]
That was not an option! Dumpster diving was my life's calling now.
I wiped my tears and started searching for information on this mega-billionaire online. There was almost nothing. Barely any useful information at all. Made sense, I guess. The truly rich stay hidden.
"Son, do you know what your dad looks like? Is he hot?"
[No idea. Probably? I mean, you slept with him, don't you know?]
I scratched my head, blushing a little. "Well, I was drunk. I woke up naked with some guy next to me. I was so scared I bolted. I didn't exactly stick around to check out his face. He had a great body, though, hehe."
[Mom, youre drooling.]
I quickly grabbed a tissue. My mind started to wander. "So, theres really no chance?" What if I could become Mrs. Billionaire? A great body usually comes with a handsome face. And I was carrying his kid! That had to give me an edge, right?
My sons next words shattered my fantasy.
[Crush that little fantasy right now. Unless you have a death wish.]
"Fine," I sighed, letting go of my short-lived dream of marrying into wealth. I had a million dollars in the bank. Well, nine hundred and ninety-eight thousand after the laptop. It was a sum I couldnt have even dreamed of before. I stroked my flat stomach, a smile on my face as I scrolled through Amazon.
If I saw something I liked, I bought it. Clearing out my shopping cart only cost ten grand. It felt amazing. Life was so good I was almost afraid to sleep, scared I'd wake up and find it was all a dream.
I spent the next week in a happy haze of eating and sleeping. Then, after nearly a week of silence, my son spoke up.
[Quick! It's Christmas Eve! Dad's making his move!]
I zipped over to the address he gave me on a shared e-bike, making a mental note to get my driver's license and buy a car ASAP. Otherwise, how was I supposed to haul my treasures back? The burlap sacks worked for now, but if I ran into someone I knew, it would be hard to explain. A car was safer.
I bought a bag of fries and crouched across the street, munching away as I staked out a fancy restaurant.
"Damn, a five-star hotel. Even the entrance looks expensive. Is that door made of gold? I kind of want to pry some off."
[Mom, focus.]
[Dad's in there.]
[When the girl comes out, follow her. The second she throws it away, you grab it.]
I thought for a moment. "Son, what if I just bring a sack and go through all the trash cans on this street? Its Christmas Eve, there must be a ton of good stuff people are throwing out."
[None of that is worth anything. The gift from my dad is a piece of jewelry worth millions. You could sell it secondhand for a fortune. All that other junkbroken phones, cheap goldisn't worth a fraction of this one piece.]
It made sense, but something still felt off.
A few minutes later, the girl came out. No man with her. Just like my son said, I followed her from a distance.
3.
I watched her toss a small box into a public trash can. The second she was gone, I pounced, digging through the garbage. Just as I pulled the gift box out, another hand shot out and grabbed it.
I instinctively clutched it tighter, but he held on. He frowned, trying to wrench it from my grasp. I glared back, holding on for dear life. "Let go! I saw it first, it's mine!"
It was dark, and the street was mostly empty. Id heard about people who did this on holidays like Christmas Eve, scavenging through trash for valuables. Any other piece of trash I wouldve let go, but this was a necklace worth millions.
I grit my teeth, and before he could say anything, I bit down hard on his arm. He yelped in pain and let go. I scrambled away, jumped on my e-bike, and sped off into the night.
"Trying to steal from me? Not a chance," I huffed. "Pretty badass, right, son?"
[Yeah, totally badass.]
For some reason, he sounded a little distracted. But my attention was quickly drawn to all the couples walking around with flowers and gifts. Id heard stories of people finding phones and gold on nights like this. Why not give it a try?
I pulled on a mask and coaxed my son into telling me which trash cans were likely to have treasure.
I found three brand-new iPhones, several ringsdiamond, gold, platinumand one fake one, which I threw back in disgust. "Jerk. Proposing with a fake ring." I found a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff too.
That night, I slept surrounded by my haul, dreaming of riches.
The next morning, a knock from the police woke me up. That's when I finally understood why my son had warned me against picking up the other stuff.
I sat at the police station, giving my statement, turning over everything Id found the night before. I even had to write a thousand-word apology letter, promising to turn in any found items to the police in the future.
Everything except the necklace, of course.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I kicked a stray pebble on the sidewalk.
Thwack!
Pain shot through my foot, and I hopped around, howling. I squatted down, on the verge of tears.
"I worked so hard for that! Why? Why did I have to give it all back? Waaah"
For once, my son didn't tease me. He sounded sympathetic. [Mom, you can't touch poor people's money.]
[Think about it. If a gift gets thrown away, what does that mean?]
I sniffled. "What does it mean?"
[It means the girl didnt want it, but the guy forced it on her. When he finds out its gone, hes going to want it back. And whoever is on the security camera grabbing it is the one who gets in trouble.]
[My dad is different. Hes a billionaire. He doesnt care about the money. He gives away gifts worth millions, and if they get tossed, he doesn't give it a second thought.]
I was still sulking.
He continued, [What you lost today was maybe five grand, total. But that necklace you got from my dad? That's worth over ten million.]
I wiped my tears. Confidence restored!
Ten million.
The first thing I did when I got home was look up the necklace's original price. When I saw the thirteen-million-dollar price tag, I gasped. I hugged the box and jumped around the room for a solid five minutes.
My son's voice squealed from inside me. [Whoa, Mom, careful! Be careful! Don't bounce me out of here!]
I immediately calmed down. The morning's unpleasantness at the station vanished. Pure bliss.
Mask on, I headed to a luxury consignment shop.
4.
They bought it for 80% of its value. After a thorough inspection to confirm it was authentic, we exchanged cash for goods. The first thing I did was walk out and buy myself the new tri-fold phone. So slick, no matter how you folded it.
Take my phones, will you? Fine. Ill just buy a better one myself.
Over the next few months, I became a professional treasure hunter, following my son's tips from one high-end trash can to another. My bank account got upgraded to VIP status. I started wearing clothes made of fine fabrics. I got my driver's license and bought a cute little Mini Cooper. I signed up for yoga, found some hobbies, and even hired a personal nutritionist to manage my meals and a full-time housekeeper for three grand a month. I bought a small, beautifully furnished villa and moved in immediately.
I had officially achieved financial freedom by digging through trash.
As my belly grew, so did my son's excitement.
[Im almost out! Im so excited!]
One day, I was sunbathing on the balcony and a thought struck me. "Son, are you reincarnated?"
[Yeah. In my last life, you heard my voice and rushed to find Dad. He took you in, but life in that family was brutal. He resented you and ignored you completely after I was born. Even with all that money, you couldn't spend a dime. No one even knew you were his wife. You had no status, no recognition. It was a miserable life. And me? I was the unloved illegitimate child. So this time, were staying far away from that world and living our own happy life.]
My heart ached for him. I shifted my body to let the sun warm my entire belly. "Okay. Whatever you say, son."
I had plenty of money now. I decided once my son was born and walking, Id start a side business. This trash-picking gig couldn't last forever. I couldn't keep showing up outside someone's house without eventually getting noticed. What if he got mad and made me give all the money back?
But my son told me not to worry.
[I didnt live my last life for nothing, Mom. I learned everything I needed to know. Ill handle the business side of things. You just relax and enjoy yourself.]
Tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes. "You really are my little lucky star."
Despite his words, I couldn't possibly let a child handle all that work. To make sure he was born healthy, I hired a top obstetrician and followed her exercise and diet plan religiously to control his birth weight.
The day of the delivery, we worked together as a team. It was a quick, smooth birth that was over in half an hour. After his first cry, I held him in our private hospital room. He babbled and cooed for a while, but when I didn't respond, he gave up.
I blinked, and it hit me. "Son? I can't hear your thoughts anymore."
He gurgled and managed to pat his tiny tummy with a clumsy hand. I understood. He was hungry. I immediately mixed a bottle for him.
I had given birth to an overachiever. He practiced his motor skills day and night. While other babies were rolling over at three months and crawling at nine, my son was walking confidently at nine months and already starting on preschool material. By the time he went to kindergarten, he had mastered the sixth-grade curriculum. He skipped several grades and, at the age of three, was enrolled in the fifth grade. He was hailed as a child prodigy.
One day, I came home from a shopping trip to find a strange man in my house.
The man looked uncannily like my son. Alarm bells screamed in my head.

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